Dragon King relies on green tea

The corpses everywhere were shocking, Zisang Yanshu glanced over the corpses covered with poinsettias, and said coldly: "I want the god Jian Xu to be resurrected, but I also know that he has the common people in his heart, and he trades the lives of the common people for others. He would rather die than live."

After taking a deep breath, Zisang Yanshu continued: "It is not false to want to let the common people in the world go to the funeral, because the common people owe him. The Xiantian Emperor forced him to disperse his soul as a sacrifice. It is not necessary for me to let the Emperor of Heaven disperse his soul, but you To sacrifice the souls of the two cities and the Phoenix Clan of Danxue Mountain, what do they owe the Flower Demon?"

Zi Sang wrote a word of a flower demon, every single word pierced Feng Yi's heart.

After finally waking up a little because of the pain, the words "flower demon" are all in his mind.

"Hua Liao admired you for thousands of years, and it was also because of you that you were demoted from a flower fairy to a demon, and even died because of you. You can't even remember her name! Zi Sang Yanshu, you are the most ruthless one !"

Zi Sang Yanshu didn't care about Feng Yi's indignation at all, he just felt a little sorry, but when he mentioned his death, Zi Sang Yanshu had a little impression in his mind, and vaguely remembered some things.

After thinking for a while, he said lightly: "If you say that, I have remembered something, but it is not a good thing. In this way, the mountain is full of poinsettias, and I should burn it clean!"

Seeing the coquettish blood-red flowers all over the place in the pitch-black environment with no sky or moon, Zisang thought of 300 years ago.

Before he lost control 300 years ago, what he saw was also such a blood-red scene, with poinsettias everywhere and demonic energy entangled.

For thousands of years, he has never lost control. Only that time, Huaizhou was full of poinsettias, and there were poinsettias everywhere he went. At first, he never paid attention to it. He knew that he had discovered a trace of magic, and saw a man in red. flower demon, and then...

Then I forgot what happened, and only remembered that there were corpses everywhere after waking up, and none of the corpses were complete.

At that time, there were also poinsettias blooming everywhere.

In retrospect, he knew why he lost control 300 years ago.

If it weren't for the poinsettias growing in the flesh and blood of the living beings, locking their souls, Zi Sang Yanshu would have burned all these poinsettias.

Since these poinsettias could not be burnt clean, Zi Sang Yanshu stared at Feng Yi coldly, his eyes full of murderous intent: "I haven't repented until now, for Feng Wei's sake, I let you go a thousand years ago. If you don't die now, the souls of the two cities will not be free, since you miss the Flower Demon so much, why don't you die with her?"

The cold ice sword was held by Zi Sang Yanshu, which was already tightly attached to Feng Yi's neck. At this time, Zi Sang Yanshu held the ice sword tightly, and was about to cut off Feng Yi's head cleanly. .

The closest distance to death, Feng Yi has no fear at all, he smiles extremely evilly, looking at Zisang Yanshu, his eyes are full of madness and provocation.

"Zi Sang Yan Shu! Do you remember him?"

When the ice sword moved slightly, Feng Yi suddenly called Zisang Yanshu loudly, his voice crazy and shrill.

After reading Zisang's words again, Feng Yi's appearance has changed.

What Zi Sang Yanshu saw was a graceful scholar in green clothes, as gentle and refined as Liu Shuangbing.

"Can you do it? Do you want to kill again?"

Feng Yi asked in an extremely gentle tone, with this face and tone, it was as if Liu Shuang was standing in front of Zi Sang's words.

He was sure to see this face, and when he saw this man, Zi Sang Yanshu, he would definitely not let go.

And he also won the bet, facing this face, even though he knew that Liu Shuangbiao was dead and that it was Feng Yi, Zi Sang Yanshu still hesitated for a moment.

It was this moment of hesitation that gave Feng Yi a chance, and during this moment of hesitation, Feng Yi turned his head away from the range of the ice sword, and also knocked off Zisang Yanshu's waist in an instant. of tips.

He had already seen that it was because of that kit that Zisang Yanshu was not affected by the devil energy. As long as the kit was destroyed, Zisang Yanshu would be the carrier that most attracted countless devil energy.

Without the talisman paper painted with blood by Ye Junche in the kit, Zi Sang Yanshu couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was real or imaginary.

With Liu Shuang's appearance on his back, Feng Yi kept whispering to Zisang Yanshu: "Yanshu, do you want to kill me again?"

Not only Feng Yi's voice, but also the uncontrollable restless voice in his heart, or the broken and glued memory fragments kept clamoring in Zisang Yanshu's mind.

He gradually couldn't tell the scene at this time, and the picture in the remaining memory. When everything gradually stacked up, Feng Yi, who was wearing Liu Shuang's scorpion, kept approaching, approaching his cold ice sword, pointing The place in his heart laughed wildly: "Zi Sang Yanshu, do it, stab here!"

Looking at the bloodstains on the corner of Liu Shuang's mouth in front of him, the scene of that night seemed to reappear. When he kept approaching, Zi Sang Yanshu still discarded the ice sword in his hand, no matter whether it was true or not, he could no longer make a move against this appearance.

The act of abandoning the sword was tantamount to giving up struggling, which was exactly what Feng Yi wanted. He approached step by step, and Zi Sang Yanshu retreated step by step until he fell to the ground.

A black streak of devilish energy penetrated into Zisang Yanshu's body, Feng Yi squatted on the ground in satisfaction, looked down at the person who was pointing his sword at him just a moment ago, and said with a half-smile, "No matter how strong you are, the Dragon King of the South China Sea, you will lose your will." Lin, if you have a weakness, you will no longer be invincible, you are only suitable to be a weapon that can only kill, and you are the most suitable tool for a weapon."

That devilish energy was constantly eroding Zisang Yanshu's consciousness, and his eyes gradually became dizzy, apparently sinking into his own hallucinations.

Seeing the sluggish expression, Feng Yi stood up, drew a formation with devilish energy, and threw it over Zisang Yanshu, covering him completely.

Seeing that the formation was about to be completed, Feng Yi gradually became complacent, and murmured with eyes full of anticipation: "A Dragon King of the South China Sea is comparable to the creatures of ten cities. I will be satisfied with you as a sacrifice to Hua Liao. With your soul as a sacrifice, the body As my weapon, killing all the heavens is also regarded as revenge for your god, Dragon King, you will be satisfied."

The formation continued to press down, and when it gradually approached Zisang Yanshu's body, a stream of blood splashed on the formation in the distance.

Feng Yi's carefully arranged formation was broken by Ye Junche with blood.

Feng Wei carried Ye Junche all the way to Fengzhi Peak, but fortunately, Feng Yi's formation was not completed in time.

As soon as the formation was broken, Ye Junche jumped off Feng Wei's real body, landed in front of Zi Sang Yanshu, and protected Zi Sang Yanshu behind him, seven blood talismans hit Feng Yi's whole body, It also formed a formation, like a cage surrounding Feng Yi's body.

While urging the talisman paper, Ye Junche said in a cold voice to Feng Yi: "Sure enough, monsters are good at deceiving people's hearts. If you can control the magic energy, you want to control the Dragon King of the South China Sea? The Dragon King of the South China Sea, how can you be so easy to control monsters like you!"